ASHVIN HARVEY’S POV
I rushed to her side the moment her eyes fluttered open.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice sharp with concern as her gaze swept the room. She rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the daylight spilling through the window.
“Ashvin?” Her voice was soft, strained.
“I’m here.” I took her hand as she sat up, her touch cool against my skin.
“Water?” I offered, already reaching for the cup resting on the nightstand.
She nodded, and I handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she whispered before downing the water in loud gulps. Once finished, she set the cup aside and lay back down, closing her eyes, but she wasn’t asleep. Not yet.
My jaw tightened as the memory of how she was brought here resurfaced.
They had carried her, someone running with her limp body slung over his back.
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